107 If She Ever Needs Help

When I opened my eyes once again, it was already 8:00 in the morning. Even though the curtains were pulled over the windows, the sunlight outside still penetrated partly, providing some illumination to the room. With this illumination eating away at my drowsiness, I yawned and continued to lay there and stare at the ceiling. As if by second nature, I pulled the bedsheets closer to my face and gave it a nice sniff. It still smells of Irina's body...

With a satisfied expression on my face, I sat up on the bed and looked about. I rubbed the back of my head and yawned once again before I turned my gaze over to the two girls that were still fast asleep on the bed next to mine. It was a heartwarming sight to behold, but it was also quite a tempting one as well. Irina was breathing gently as she had her arms around Muria, and Muria seemed to reciprocate the gesture by having her arms around Irina as well. Both their heads were rested on the single white pillow while their bodies were partially covered by the warm bed covers provided by the hotel up to their chest.

The two of them seemed to be in a pleasant state of slumber as there were a relaxed expression on both their faces. On Irina's, there was even a smile. Because of how happy and tranquil they appeared, I didn't wake them, knowing that I would feel extremely guilty if I were to snatch them away from their pleasant world that they shared.

My eyes were then caught by a marvelous part of the scene on their bed. I didn't notice before since I had basically just scanned my eyes over them quickly. However, on a closer look, I realized that their breasts were basically pressed up against the other girl's. It was an... erotic sight. One that reminded me of the physical reaction that all teenage boys have in the morning when they wake up. It would appear that after having seen the erotic image before me, that symptom worsened.

I looked down at my crotch, seeing a slight bulge in the bed cover. At that moment, I quickly moved my arms so that the bed sheet concealed the slight bulge, Then, I with a deep breath, I lifted the bed sheet up and peered inside, hoping that I didn't make a mess. A sigh of relief escaped me as I realized the bed sheet was still white and clean. However, I felt extremely guilty. I repented my sins and felt the agonizing and traumatizing guilt from knowing that I had such a dirty reaction on the bed of the innocent and pure Irina.

"Hmm..."

I heard a soft whimper from the bed next to mine and when I looked over in that direction, I saw Irina slowly rising slightly as she opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and looked around. She saw me staring at her, but she laid back down on the bed and hugged onto Muria. This time, she brought her face closer to Muria's until they were touching. Then, she closed her eyes to sleep for even more.

"You're going back to sleep?" I whispered.

"Hmm..." was my response.

With a sigh, I shook my head as I realized that I was the first one to wake up. I then looked about the room once again, and my attention was directed to the door. I know that I should leave as soon as possible, but it's quite awkward for me to do so when I still have a standing tower. Therefore, I decided to wait until that tower collapsed before I mobilize and return to my room.

After a short while, that tower did slowly fade away. At the same time, Muria appeared to stir and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Irina's face which was basically pressed up against her's. In addition, she must've felt her breasts being squished by a pair of something soft, and when she were to look down at her chest, she would see her's and Irina's touching tip to tip.

"I-Irina," she whispered with a troubled expression on her face as she gazed at the girl who hugged her tightly.

"..." There were no response from Irina. Instead, Irina seemed to have moved her legs somewhat which for some reason made Muria blush.

"S-stop," I heard a soft whimper escape from Muria. "N-not down there."

"What is she doing?" I asked in a voice that was deprived of emotion.

Muria didn't respond to my question. Rather, she looked over at me which allowed me to see the crimson color of her face while her breathing became deeper and deeper. Then, Muria looked at Irina once again and with a sigh, gently freed her arms and stroked Irina's hair. This gesture caused a smile to appear on Irina's face as she pressed her face closer to Muria.

"Is she always this clingy?" I asked.

"Yeah..." Muria responded. Her facial expression relaxed as if she was gazing at a cute object. It was somewhat surprising to see Muria treat someone like that, but her loving gaze was quite a beautiful sight to behold. "Why're you still here?" Her voice and countenance then changed into a defensive one.

"Because I'm still kinda tired," I responded, laying back down on my back. "Might as well wait until the two of you are both awake."

"Such a creep," she sighed. However, she didn't say anything further about wanting me to leave. Therefore, that must've meant she accepted my presence in this room.

"What're your plans for the day?" I asked as I kept my eyes open and stared at the ceiling.

"Spend some time with my sister," Muria answered. Her voice was quite enthusiastic and yet gentle at the same time, leading me to believe that there must be a joyful smile on her face.

"You really do love Mura," I commented.

"Of course," Muria responded. "She's the only one I had by my side growing up."

"What about your parents?"

"My father and mother divorced a few years ago," Muria said to me. "And my father had a pretty demanding job that kept him away from home most of the time. However, it did bring much to the family. The only family I had left around me was my sister. She was the one who raised me and helped me through those difficult times. She's the sole reason why I could be who I am now..."

I contemplated what she had said. A statement like her's might appear as if her background was quite difficult, but it would say otherwise seeing how her sister was able to afford a home on the same floor as mine. Therefore, her family must be pretty well off.

"You know why we moved to that house?" Muria then asked me. "It's also because of family."

As she spoke, I listened quietly. She had never opened up like this to me, so I valued the opportunity. Therefore, I listened attentively and allowed her to speak her part, allowing her to vent to me if she needed.

"My father... a few years ago he returned home with a woman," Muria continued. "I was initially quite happy to see that he was home since he's often gone for months at a time. However, that day when he returned after being gone for almost three months with the woman who was going to be my stepmother, I felt a sense of disdain towards him. It was merely days after his divorce with my mother, and yet he brought home another woman."

Muria then paused for a bit. I looked over at her and saw that she was still stroking Irina's face with her gentle and careful hands. On her face was a sad look of reminiscence as she thought back on her past.

"She was nice to us, treating my sister and I as if we were her daughter," Muria then said. "But... There's just something about her that made me want to get away. It's a strange feeling that I had whenever I see that woman. That's the reason why my sister decided to move out with me. After I couldn't endure living in the same household with my stepmother after a few years, my sister used her savings as well as some financial help from my father to buy that house we live in now. She's willing to go to such great extents for me, so why would I not love her? She's the only one who cared for me and loved me ever since my mother and father divorced."

I laid there in silence as I digested her story. So based off of Muria's story about how her father brought home another woman shortly after his divorce, I reasoned that the divorce probably happened because her father had an affair with this new woman.

An affair... I sighed as I gazed at the ceiling.

Her family was devastated the same way mine was... If it weren't for my mother's affair, my father wouldn't had committed suicide. If it weren't for that stupid woman, my life would still be normal. My mother—no, that woman ruined my life. It's her fault that my father died, and it's her fault that things became the way it was now. If I ever find her, and I swear I will, I will get her back for ruining my life. I will make her regret her decisions of having an affair and abandoning my father and me after his death. I will make her pay for all of this.

"Alevian?" Muria's gentle voice called my name.

I realized that my facial expression was extremely tense as I frowned with hatred burning in my eyes. It must be the hateful aura that I elicited that led to Muria noticing the obscure change in me. However, knowing that she's watching me made me quite comforted. It was just the knowledge that someone else actually cares and pay attention that filled my heart.

"I'm fine," I responded. "Just thinking about how your life is actually quite similar to mine, or what ruined it at least."

"Muria..." I heard Irina's voice softly whisper.

"Irina?" Muria looked down at the face of the girl who rested beside her. On Muria's face was an expression of surprise, but it wasn't one of disdain.

"I never knew about your troubles," Irina said as she sat up, causing Muria to do so as well so that the two met eyes on a level field. "And Alevian," she said, looking over at me. "You too..."

"It's fine," Muria smiled lovingly. "It doesn't bother me now."

"I-I think I should tell you about my story as well," Irina said with empathy in her teary eyes. "My father he had borrowed money to start a business, but... it didn't work and failed miserably, leaving us with plenty of debt. Then, they started working long hours with little rest in order to try and pay back the money, and because of that, my mother died from exhaustion... Her body was never the strongest and before her death, my father had borrowed even more money to try and save her. In the end, after numerous hospital bills, she still died... After her death... my father he became a different person. No longer was he that same loving parent of my childhood. Instead, he became addicted to alcohol, using that to numb his senses. He no longer cared about maintaining the family. When I was scouted by my agency, my father then saw me as a tool to earn money. He even wanted to have me sell my body to please a famous director to get a role in a movie so that I can earn more money..."

"That sounds terrible," Muria frowned as she listened to Irina as she told her story.

"It was," Irina shook her head and wiped the tears from her eyes. "But Alevian saved me from that nightmare." Irina turned her head and looked over at me.

"Alevian, huh?" Muria's gaze seemed to have softened quite a bit as she looked over at me as well.

"Yeah," Irina nodded as her voice trembled from her light sobbing. "He's like a hero to me."

"Alevian," Muria then smiled as she looked over at me with tears in her eyes. Then, she opened her trembling lips as she said in a weeping voice. "Please be my hero and save me when I need you to."

Seeing her like that seemed to have driven something into my heart. It was a feeling of great determination and resolve that had penetrated me and carved into my soul. My brain went blank at the moment, as I no longer needed to think about her request any further. My response was already decided upon when she had finished speaking. Slowly, I opened my mouth.

"Of course," I whispered and gazed at the girl in a reassuring matter.

At that moment, I made a promise to myself. If Muria was to ever seek my help one day in the future, I will do whatever I can to respond.